This is a song about "Warped tour"

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

And i'll tell you some more, i'd like to give you a tour

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You wait and see little old me will be a star you’ll see, me on my world tour,

Look inside of my light find hope and maybe just quit, look inside of your

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

You spitting like you on tour tryna please the crowd with a pleasant say